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Jubal had to look again when Dana came out of the bathroom. It was still early, even in the city that never sleeps the sun still hadn’t come up.
They’ve been called in on a case, and they’re both silently trying to get ready as fast as possible.
He’s stood by the dresser, in the middle of tucking his shirt in, when he notices Dana’s sleepwear. Or more precisely, his sleepwear.
“Is that my shirt?” He tries to make it sound casual, but he’s not sure he’s successful.
“Oh, yeah. I can wash it for you, I just threw it on,” Dana tries to explain, as she nears him, pulling open a draw and grabbing a pair of black trousers.
“You can keep it,” he smiles at her, “looks better on you.”
He knows it’s an all too familiar line, but it’s not a lie, the shirt really did look better on her.
Most things looked good on her, not that he was going to admit that just yet - he honestly didn’t think he would see the day that he and Dana went on a date, let alone reached a point where she would wear his shirts - where she would look unbelievably good in his shirts.
They both carried on getting dressed in silence, Jubal with a smile on his face, he didn’t plan to be up this early, but right now, it was being made better by losing one of his favourite shirts to his lover.
“So, should I be worried?” He asked.
Dana looked at him, frowning a little.
“About any more of my clothes going missing?” He clarified.
Dana chuckled, taking a step closer to him. “Well,” she began, “that depends on how much I like them.”